I've seen a number of comments as asides in other threads about parents' awful cooking: everything from cans, burnt, veggies boiled to mush and so forth. And the offspring become chowhounds in spite of it. I've always thought I became a 'hound because of my parents' cooking and enthusiam for food; they loved it and prepared it well, and passed on that love to my sisters and me. Does chowhounding run in your family? Know anyone raised in a chowhound family who failed to pick up a love of food?